Letras:
The Stairs

: Cath... She stands with a well intentioned man. But she can't relax with his hands on the small of her back. As the flashbulbs burst she holds a smile

: When I was young lying in the grass. I felt so safe in a warming bath of sunlight, of sunlight. Vast open sky could do no harm. I can embrace the weather

: How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me. It's like a book elegantly bound, but in a language you can't read just yet.

: The wind picked up, the fire spread. The grapevine singing, left for dead. The northern sky looked like the end of days, end of days. The wake up

: We're not the same dear as we used to be. The seasons have changed and so have we. There's little we can say and even less than we can do, to stop

: His head was a city of paper buildings and the echoes that remained. Of old friends and lovers, their features bleeding together in his brain. Once

: I'm living out in the old house And fighting on the stairs And staring at the windows Breeze blowing through the years But if I don't get out of this

to building Street to street We pass each other on the stairs Storey to storey Building to building Street to street We pass each other on the stairs

walk, walk dem golden stairs 'Cause I know my Jesus answers all my prayers Well, well I know when he calls me to my home on high I'll walk dem golden stairs